Sirius took a short, sharp little breath, then scrubbed furiously at his eyes. This wasn't about him right now. It was about Remus, and Teddy, and hot chocolate and pillow forts. Still, his right hand unconsciously strayed to his chest, right above his heart, where the word his mother carved into his skin began. The only scar he was ashamed of. The only one he'd never let anyone see. Not James, not Remus, not anyone. The reason he kept an undershirt on even during sex.
"You're right. I think maybe we'll get there. Eventually. Baby steps, right?"
He turned and pulled Remus into a tight, desperate hug for one long moment, and then let go with a larger than life smile.
"Right! Hot choclate! We can't leave the Teddy Bear waiting!"